I had lunch with some friends today....former co-workers, who happen to be white females. While it's enjoyable when we get to hang out, I found myself a bit uncomfortable when we began talking about politics. And we weren't even really talking about it, just a mention about a text message I had sent when Mrs. Obama was in town. Neither was interested. Actually voting for Hillary Clinton. So my uncomfort comes when I feel like people aren't supporting Barack because he's Black. Now I know that this is the case in many instances, but when you get the feeling from people you know it's difficult. And it could just be me? But honestly, I don't see how you couldn't support the man.
So, for now I'll keep my feelings in check and just hope that people aren't voting for Obama for any other reason than his race. And try to stop feeling weird when people have other opinions.
Peace.
28.2.08
27.2.08
Working late
Occasionally I have to work late. Till 7 on Wednesdays and some Saturdays from 8-12. It sucks. I already devote too much time to this place. People in general give too much of themselves to their employers. And what do we get in return but a big fucking headache....another reason I want to become an entrepreneur. At least then I'd be the cause of my own headache!
So, on the nights I have to work late I'm supposed to be anwering calls. Phone hardly ever rings and if it does, I can't do anything cause the customers worker probably got off at 445. How much sense does that make? People call in, complain and I tell them that I'll send something out for the worker or supervisor to look at in the morning...they subsequently ask why the hell I'm answering the phone this late if I can't help. Hey, I wonder the same thing.
I'm usually spending the time reading or trying not to play on the internet. Nobody's here for me to talk to, not that I really talk to my co-workers much anyway....
Anyway, work is work. It provides me with a way to make a living. I get no joy from performing my job duties. No joy in waking up in the morning to come into the office and listen to complaints all day. It's brutal, but it's what I have to do until I become that entrepreneur!
Peace
So, on the nights I have to work late I'm supposed to be anwering calls. Phone hardly ever rings and if it does, I can't do anything cause the customers worker probably got off at 445. How much sense does that make? People call in, complain and I tell them that I'll send something out for the worker or supervisor to look at in the morning...they subsequently ask why the hell I'm answering the phone this late if I can't help. Hey, I wonder the same thing.
I'm usually spending the time reading or trying not to play on the internet. Nobody's here for me to talk to, not that I really talk to my co-workers much anyway....
Anyway, work is work. It provides me with a way to make a living. I get no joy from performing my job duties. No joy in waking up in the morning to come into the office and listen to complaints all day. It's brutal, but it's what I have to do until I become that entrepreneur!
Peace
26.2.08
Biz 101
I need a crash course! I'm reading books and doing research and learning a lot along the way. I'm encouraged everyday and sometime discouraged. I'm encouraged that I have a business partner who has a shared vision and is willing to work towards our common goal. I am encouraged that I have the intelligence to create and profitably run a retail business. Discouraged sometimes just because thats how I am.
The one thing that I am not going to do is stop working towards my goal of opening this store. If I fail, that's okay. But I am going to try my damnedest to be successful. Slowly but surely a business plan will be in place and we can begin the process of getting the money necessary to do the damn thang!
I'm about to get it poppin!
Peace
The one thing that I am not going to do is stop working towards my goal of opening this store. If I fail, that's okay. But I am going to try my damnedest to be successful. Slowly but surely a business plan will be in place and we can begin the process of getting the money necessary to do the damn thang!
I'm about to get it poppin!
Peace
Ohio Obama
Yesterday, I witnessed with my own eyes the first Black president of the US. Senator Obama was a wonderful sight to see. At 5/3 Arena on the UC campus. Got in the line about 1145 and didn't get into the place until about 2. It was cooooooold. Amazing to see all these different type of folks out in the cold waiting to see a Black man. The arena was pack. PACKED. Unbelievable. This Black man...young, brilliant, motivating and has a fucking clue about what's going on in the world. Has sense enough to understand the things that have been successful and the things that need to change. And yes he is hopeful, but being hopeful is essential and of utmost important in life....duh! He makes me hopeful that my future children can become president. Hopeful that people who look, walk, talk like me get a fair chance in this country(and world.) Hopeful that people who need help get help. Hopeful that my future children will be able to go to school without inheriting $40k worth of college loans to repay. I'm hopeful that my child will be educated in the best possible way, in a public school.
I am hopeful that I have the courage, strength, support, patience, understanding, perseverance, and motivation to open a sneaker shop. A little place that I created, selling stuff that I would buy if it was available to me. Top of the line, exclusive sneakers. Hats, belts, shirts, purses, women's shoe & sneakers, books, music. A place that I can hopefully create wealth for me and my family. Where I can give back to my community. A place I can leave my children.
The dicks that say hope doesn't matter, have never had reason to be hopeful. Never been in a position where hope played a factor in their lives. Not hopeful they would get a decent education. Not hopeful they would have food to eat tonight. Not hopeful that they wouldn't get sick, because the can't afford it. Not hopeful their parents had enough for retirement. Not hopeful they would be able to provide for their families.
Hope is critical. Period.
Peace
I am hopeful that I have the courage, strength, support, patience, understanding, perseverance, and motivation to open a sneaker shop. A little place that I created, selling stuff that I would buy if it was available to me. Top of the line, exclusive sneakers. Hats, belts, shirts, purses, women's shoe & sneakers, books, music. A place that I can hopefully create wealth for me and my family. Where I can give back to my community. A place I can leave my children.
The dicks that say hope doesn't matter, have never had reason to be hopeful. Never been in a position where hope played a factor in their lives. Not hopeful they would get a decent education. Not hopeful they would have food to eat tonight. Not hopeful that they wouldn't get sick, because the can't afford it. Not hopeful their parents had enough for retirement. Not hopeful they would be able to provide for their families.
Hope is critical. Period.
Peace
25.1.08
Dre day
Talked to my dude Dre Hut the other day...or should I say, I got an email from him. Good to hear from that 6'8 mofo. He's in Turkey now playing ball. Been all over Europe. I was thinking that its got to be nice to have experienced so much and being able to see so many different things, and get paid while doing it. And paid well I might add.
He's got a 6 month old boy, a wife....they are with him there. Great to hear that he's able to have that. His family with him. That hasn't been the case for most of his time playing in Europe. Funny to think that we are grown ups. Crazy. We were just in High School.....
Maybe if he plays again somewhere I would like to visit, Joy and I can make a trip over!
Peace
He's got a 6 month old boy, a wife....they are with him there. Great to hear that he's able to have that. His family with him. That hasn't been the case for most of his time playing in Europe. Funny to think that we are grown ups. Crazy. We were just in High School.....
Maybe if he plays again somewhere I would like to visit, Joy and I can make a trip over!
Peace
No title
It feels like its been a long time since I've written. Not much has actually happened, but there have been a whole hell of alot of ideas floating around in my head. The one significant thing thats happened is that I've found someone that shares the same wish to open up a little shop. A friend from high school, Kiesha. We are going to work together and see where things go. With some hard work we can make it happen! I'm excited about the possibility.
In the paper today, on the front page was news that the government has approved a measure that will provide some people with check with hopes that the money given out will help stimulate the economy. Might work, but where is the money coming from? We're going to have to pay that shit back eventually. Who knows what these old, mostly white men are thinking in Washington. Lets get some young men and women in positions of power. Who the fuck made the rule that you've got to be a middle aged man to make a good fucking decision?
Not that I'm not looking forward to getting some 'free' money. The idea is to use it towards our basement. WOW.....when we get the basement finished it will feel like a whole new house. A whole other level of living space. TV, couch, chair, bar, all the standard basement stuff. It's exciting just thinking about it....
Peace
In the paper today, on the front page was news that the government has approved a measure that will provide some people with check with hopes that the money given out will help stimulate the economy. Might work, but where is the money coming from? We're going to have to pay that shit back eventually. Who knows what these old, mostly white men are thinking in Washington. Lets get some young men and women in positions of power. Who the fuck made the rule that you've got to be a middle aged man to make a good fucking decision?
Not that I'm not looking forward to getting some 'free' money. The idea is to use it towards our basement. WOW.....when we get the basement finished it will feel like a whole new house. A whole other level of living space. TV, couch, chair, bar, all the standard basement stuff. It's exciting just thinking about it....
Peace
9.1.08
Sleepless
It's 3am on a Tuesday and I'm up. I've had this cold for several days now and finally was able to get some medicine that works last night. The first good night sleep that I've had since Friday, so I thought I was on the right track. Not so fast my friend. I'm back at it. Not only is my mind racing, but its windy as hell which isn't helping things. I need for it to be quiet until I fall asleep and this wind is fierce tonight. However, it's my mind that keeping me up. I'm sure of it. I'm thinking about work. About work missed. About my manager, my team. About what they are thinking. About what effect me being out will have on them...how they're feeling. I don't like calling off. It's not something that I do when it's not necessary, so I really shouldn't be that concerned but I am. If I call off today, it will be 3 1/2 days....big fucking deal right? I wish I could make myself believe that. So, I'm up trying to make myself believe. Trying to convince myself that my health comes before work. That I can take one more sick day. That it doesn't matter what my co-workers think because when I'm there I get shit done!
I've taken two doses of cough syrup with co dine and still no sleep. WOW...
In addition to still being sick, today is my wife's birthday....why am I so worried about work? I should just use my doctors note and call it a day. He gave me until Thursday. Why not use it. A friend told me that if I die tonight, work would still be there tomorrow....going on without me.
Guess we'll see what happens.
Peace.
I've taken two doses of cough syrup with co dine and still no sleep. WOW...
In addition to still being sick, today is my wife's birthday....why am I so worried about work? I should just use my doctors note and call it a day. He gave me until Thursday. Why not use it. A friend told me that if I die tonight, work would still be there tomorrow....going on without me.
Guess we'll see what happens.
Peace.
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